My system allows me to copy talents - Chapter 132 Student ID card

This world is not reality, nor am I the protagonist.

[Single Female Lead] [New Genre] [Absolutely Amazing]My name is Chen Huaian. I've been diagnosed with cancer and I'm dying.Recently, I became obsessed with a game where you raise a virtual girlfriend. I spent money buying her cultivation techniques and magical artifacts. Although my wallet is empty now, I couldn't be happier.I always thought it was just a game... until one day, my virtual girlfriend gave me a pill. In the next second, the pill appeared in my hand...I... seem to... not have to die anymore?!———————————————My name is Li Qingran.I was crippled, my spiritual roots were dug up, and I was expelled from my sect. Now, I huddle in a broken hut waiting for death.I thought my life had come to an end, but then I encountered a mysterious senior who had never shown his face before. This senior healed my wounds, helped me cultivate, and I grew stronger and stronger, eventually becoming the strongest sword cultivator in the Azure Cloud Realm.I've heard that the spiritual energy of the Azure Cloud Realm is running dry, the Dao is darkening, and powerful beings from the Immortal Realm plan to merge with another world where spiritual energy is about to revive. A great conflict is about to break out. Even becoming an immortal carries the risk of falling.I search the world for any trace of that senior.I must protect him and become his Cultivation Companion!!!———————————————Alternative Titles:“Though I'm in the Late Stages of Cancer, My Wife is a Sword Immortal”“Training the Golden Finger in Advance”“You Laugh at Me for Being the Biggest Fool, I Laugh at You for Being a Single Dog”“I'm Not Spending Money, I'm Investing in Dao Opportunities”“You Think I'm Raising a Virtual Pet? No, That's a Cyber BOSS!”

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.